Back when I was in graduate school, some of my funny friends wrote this invitation for a party that was being held at the Graduate Student Union -- 27 years ago today! Can't remember whether or not I joined them, but I did save their clever end - of - semester poem:
Et Incarnatus Sunt
Angels of Light and Darkness:
It is in the air.
In your pride and overwork
You have decided against attending
the GSU Christmas party,
December 7, 1984.
You are in error!
Descend to the Senior Bar below!
Mix and mingle with humans on earth.
They need you. Condescend for one hour temporal.
Bring joy and gladness, your essence angelic, to
those caught in clay.
Get on down!
Shake a tail feather!
Drink divine wine!
Those below need to see and to speak with you. One hour,
a mere pittance in your eternity.
Do you need a buck?
See me at the door.
I'll buy your ticket.
~The Gate Keeper